Updating pretty quick here. This story is total crack. As with the other stories, all background is totally fabricated.
"Please tell me. Pleeeeease." Sari bounced on Bulkhead's chest.
"No. Don't ask me anymore." Bulkhead lay flat on his back, arms and legs spread eagled, trying not to move and dislodged the tiny human.
"Pleeeeeeease."
"No, no, no and stop with the big optics...eyes. I'm not telling and you can't make me."
Sari leaned forward bracing herself with her hands on Bulkhead's chin and peered into his optics with her patented "I'm going to get my way puppydog eyes." "C'mon, Bulkhead, you can tell me."
"What's going on here?" It was Optimus Prime to the rescue.
"I just asked Bulkhead a simple question and he won't answer me," Sari explained patiently.
"Because it's too embarrassing."
"What's too embarrassing?" Prowl entered the tv room curiosity clearly written on his face plate.
"Hey, Prowl," Sari greeted her second favorite bot. "I just was asking Bulky how he joined up with you all."
"Bulky?" Prowl asked, his hand covering his mouth to hide the smirk.
"Don't call me Bulky," Bulkhead protested, still trapped beneath the girl.
She made a face at him and turned her puppy dog eyes onto Prowl and Optimus.
The two Autobots exchanged amused glances.
"Well…." Optimus began.
"Nooooo," Bulkhead shouted over the other mech's words.
"WELL," he continued more firmly, "Prowl won him."
"Nooooo, don't tell…too late, " Bulkhead wailed and moaned.
"Prowl won him? Really?" Sari asked in amazement.
"Prowl won Bulkhead in a game of chance," Optimus explained.
"Ratchet and Optimus found Bulkhead on this planet we'd stopped on to restock and relax," Prowl continued.
"He was working as a bouncer at one of the less savory bars in the spaceport…"
"I wouldn't call it working," Prowl interrupted. "He was actually a slave. "
"Right, he'd apparently been kidnapped by slavers and sold to bar owner and put to work knocking the heads off of troublemakers."
"Which wasn't so bad. It was when he got up to dance and entertain the clientele that Ratchet decided something had to be done," Prowl continued.
"So, while I watched the floor show…he was actually quite good, you know. Not much of a dancer but he could belt out a song."
Bulkhead moaned again. "They made me do it. They put this collar on me…"He pointed to a small band around his neck. "If I didn't do what they said, I got zapped."
"So, while I waited behind, Ratchet went for Prowl."
"Bulkhead, how did you get kidnapped in the first place? You're a big, strong guy."
"I was looking for work on Cybertron and this guy offers me a job for me. I was pretty desperate so I followed him. Next thing I know, six guys jump me. I woke up with the inhibitor collar on, headed for who knows where."
"Awwww." Sari patted the big green mech on the chest.
Prowl waited for Sari's attention before continuing. "I got there and challenged the owner to a game of chance, not unlike your game of poker, with Bulkhead as the prize. I naturally won."
Bulkhead sighed. "So now I belong to Prowl."
"You're kidding." Sari stared at each mech.
Prowl finally grinned at her. "Nope. He belongs to me. One foot over the line and I zap him."
Bulkhead nodded gravely at her. " I like Prowl so I do what he tells me to do."
"Hrumph," Ratchet growled from the doorway. All heads turned in his direction. "Don't believe a word they say, kid."
"So he didn't really sing and dance?" Sari asked, slightly disappointed.
"Now I didn't say that. I disconnected the collar the second he boarded the Ark, that's all. You should see him swing that aft of his."
